KingofLiquidSwordz
Assistant executioner
This is a story I wrote years ago and posted on reddit, I thought you might all appreciate it as well! I have to give credit and a shout out to @Juan1234 and his Journey to Rome series(I'm sad it seems we may never know what happened to Kirana after she was saved from her cross!), which was the first crux story I fell in love with and drew from greatly for inspiration. You might even recognize some phrases and motifs! It does contain elements on non-con, male superiority, misogyny, and of course crucifixion with nails and death if that is meaningful to know for anyone before they proceed. All characters are written as adults. I hope you enjoy!
Pt1---
The din from outside the prison was only a low rumble in her ears, but to her ears it could’ve just as well been the roar of a jet engine. Ever since the first orange glows of sunrise began to illuminate her frigid cramped cell, she could hear people out there chatting and laughing and whirring their tools to build bleachers and platforms. All that out there, just for her. A shudder of abject terror spasmed through her entire body with each metal clang.
She curled into a ball on her cot, covering her ears and trying to preserve some warmth. Her crop top and booty shorts prison uniform only offered so much protection from cold air. But even her hands over her ears couldn’t keep the rhythmic heavy plodding of boots coming down the cell row. Closer and closer, louder and louder. There had to be at least a dozen guards coming for her. She instinctively shut her legs tight, guarding her throbbing soreness. The boots stopped outside her bars.
“You filth. Have you all come to make yourselves feel like real men, again?” she hissed out her last feeble attempt at sarcastic defiance. She pulled her feet tighter to herself in her ball, guarding her crotch despite the words she spoke.
The lead guard laughed and smacked his baton against the bars to make her yelp and jump. “Maybe in your next life you’ll listen to your masters the first time when they tell you to shave your cunt. We don’t want to rob the people at home watching the livestream their view of you in any way! You could’ve gone with dignity, Girl. Now you’re going with 20 loads of last night’s cum dripping down your legs!” The guards all laughed amongst themselves with the memory of last night’s punishments. She curled tighter into herself wanting to weep at the shame. But after a lifetime of this oppression, she had no tears left in her. She thought so, anyway.
A sharp buzz and a red light, then her cell bars were sliding to the side allowing the guards to enter. The loomed over her, looking down at the pitiful thing without an ounce of pity among them. She shut her eyes tighter, heart pounding in fear.
“It’s time, Cunt. Up! It’s going to be a hell of a time breaking you!”
They gripped her hair and yanked her from her cot and onto her bare feet. They bound her wrists tight behind her back. They could’ve used the metal cuffs. But instead they had found the roughest twine in the prison workshop to use. Their hands had no reason to grip any other part of her body, but of course they pinched and groped and squeezed all over her exposed skin. She was utterly helpless to do anything about it. Fingers slipped into her mouth, beneath her orange top and shorts.
“Get your last grips in now, boys! While you can!”
Soon the guards were pushing her down the cell row and through the maze of white walls and prison bars. It was all a blur to her; her mind barely able to comprehend what was happening to her. She barely noticed how empty the prison was. She had only just a moment to wonder where everyone was before the guards pushed her past two more armed men, guarding the door to the yard. The whites of their grins flashed a moment before they were throwing open the double doors, and the girl’s eyes were flooded with the light of day, and her ears with the sudden roar of cheers and whistles.
She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. At least then all these people wouldn’t be able to look at her. The prison yard was entirely populated by spectators, all here to witness one thing. She wasn’t a tiny woman at all, but the gaze of hundreds of eyeballs and camera lenses made her feel so shrunken as the sadistic guards shoved her along to the raised stage platform at the center of the yard. She desperately wished her hands weren’t tied behind her back so that she might be able to cover her exposed midriff. The deluge of their cheers and catcalls filled her entire body heavy with lucid fear and shame. The crowd, these ordinary day to day people, spit on her and called her horrid names as she passed them. What had she done to them to deserve this? She couldn’t help herself putting on a pitiful face as an infinite sadness overtook her seeing the mix of hatred and lust in each different face she passed. Men and women. Elders and people her own age. The reality hit her like a ton of bricks the moment her foot touched the first step up to the stage. Sympathy and empathy were useless. Not even one of these people would come forward to spare her.
She was on the stage now, front and center. Bound with only scraps of clothing. And the eyes of the world bearing down on her. Her chest welled with woe and she began to shake, desperately holding back the tears she knew they were clamoring for. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. As long as she could help it. The roar of the crowd’s jeers continued to wash over her until the lead guard stepped forward with a microphone to address them.
“Good citizens of the Empire! The criminal standing before you today has been convicted of the most heinous of crimes! It has committed countless terrorist acts on our most sacred endeavor of Cunt Slavery, stealing numerous pieces of property away from their rightful owners!” The people in the stands stood up in rage and shouted their demands for her head. “It has been recorded on numerous occasions spreading seditious materials undermining the might of our empire and inciting riots against the rightful Slave Capture Tasks Force. And now has turned her nose up at our most generous offers of amnesty by refusing to give up the identities and locations of its co-conspirators! And as you good people all know, the punishment for these crimes is death!!” The crowd roared their approvals. To the girl it was like a punch in the gut.
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Pt1---
The din from outside the prison was only a low rumble in her ears, but to her ears it could’ve just as well been the roar of a jet engine. Ever since the first orange glows of sunrise began to illuminate her frigid cramped cell, she could hear people out there chatting and laughing and whirring their tools to build bleachers and platforms. All that out there, just for her. A shudder of abject terror spasmed through her entire body with each metal clang.
She curled into a ball on her cot, covering her ears and trying to preserve some warmth. Her crop top and booty shorts prison uniform only offered so much protection from cold air. But even her hands over her ears couldn’t keep the rhythmic heavy plodding of boots coming down the cell row. Closer and closer, louder and louder. There had to be at least a dozen guards coming for her. She instinctively shut her legs tight, guarding her throbbing soreness. The boots stopped outside her bars.
“You filth. Have you all come to make yourselves feel like real men, again?” she hissed out her last feeble attempt at sarcastic defiance. She pulled her feet tighter to herself in her ball, guarding her crotch despite the words she spoke.
The lead guard laughed and smacked his baton against the bars to make her yelp and jump. “Maybe in your next life you’ll listen to your masters the first time when they tell you to shave your cunt. We don’t want to rob the people at home watching the livestream their view of you in any way! You could’ve gone with dignity, Girl. Now you’re going with 20 loads of last night’s cum dripping down your legs!” The guards all laughed amongst themselves with the memory of last night’s punishments. She curled tighter into herself wanting to weep at the shame. But after a lifetime of this oppression, she had no tears left in her. She thought so, anyway.
A sharp buzz and a red light, then her cell bars were sliding to the side allowing the guards to enter. The loomed over her, looking down at the pitiful thing without an ounce of pity among them. She shut her eyes tighter, heart pounding in fear.
“It’s time, Cunt. Up! It’s going to be a hell of a time breaking you!”
They gripped her hair and yanked her from her cot and onto her bare feet. They bound her wrists tight behind her back. They could’ve used the metal cuffs. But instead they had found the roughest twine in the prison workshop to use. Their hands had no reason to grip any other part of her body, but of course they pinched and groped and squeezed all over her exposed skin. She was utterly helpless to do anything about it. Fingers slipped into her mouth, beneath her orange top and shorts.
“Get your last grips in now, boys! While you can!”
Soon the guards were pushing her down the cell row and through the maze of white walls and prison bars. It was all a blur to her; her mind barely able to comprehend what was happening to her. She barely noticed how empty the prison was. She had only just a moment to wonder where everyone was before the guards pushed her past two more armed men, guarding the door to the yard. The whites of their grins flashed a moment before they were throwing open the double doors, and the girl’s eyes were flooded with the light of day, and her ears with the sudden roar of cheers and whistles.
She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. At least then all these people wouldn’t be able to look at her. The prison yard was entirely populated by spectators, all here to witness one thing. She wasn’t a tiny woman at all, but the gaze of hundreds of eyeballs and camera lenses made her feel so shrunken as the sadistic guards shoved her along to the raised stage platform at the center of the yard. She desperately wished her hands weren’t tied behind her back so that she might be able to cover her exposed midriff. The deluge of their cheers and catcalls filled her entire body heavy with lucid fear and shame. The crowd, these ordinary day to day people, spit on her and called her horrid names as she passed them. What had she done to them to deserve this? She couldn’t help herself putting on a pitiful face as an infinite sadness overtook her seeing the mix of hatred and lust in each different face she passed. Men and women. Elders and people her own age. The reality hit her like a ton of bricks the moment her foot touched the first step up to the stage. Sympathy and empathy were useless. Not even one of these people would come forward to spare her.
She was on the stage now, front and center. Bound with only scraps of clothing. And the eyes of the world bearing down on her. Her chest welled with woe and she began to shake, desperately holding back the tears she knew they were clamoring for. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. As long as she could help it. The roar of the crowd’s jeers continued to wash over her until the lead guard stepped forward with a microphone to address them.
“Good citizens of the Empire! The criminal standing before you today has been convicted of the most heinous of crimes! It has committed countless terrorist acts on our most sacred endeavor of Cunt Slavery, stealing numerous pieces of property away from their rightful owners!” The people in the stands stood up in rage and shouted their demands for her head. “It has been recorded on numerous occasions spreading seditious materials undermining the might of our empire and inciting riots against the rightful Slave Capture Tasks Force. And now has turned her nose up at our most generous offers of amnesty by refusing to give up the identities and locations of its co-conspirators! And as you good people all know, the punishment for these crimes is death!!” The crowd roared their approvals. To the girl it was like a punch in the gut.
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